The last stone...

The last stone in the July river
A stone of achievement
Marking a month of discoveries...
But the quest continues
There are always stones
Earth gems
Waiting in
The Big River...

Instead of ...

Instead of wasting energy
Wondering and worrying about tomorrow's unfilled spaces
I am teaching myself to just deal with
Any ugly features today
And then
Close the door
Tomorrow

Hospitals...

Hospitals are unstable places
A place of questions and fears
But today
A friendly breeze greeted me
No waiting for
My X-Ray appointment...

It felt like Spring today...

It felt like Spring today...
I felt the bravery of tiny white blossoms peeking
I felt the dance of new feathered life
I felt the zing of a warm wind
It felt like Spring today...
For a little while...

Sands...

Wave logged sands soak footprints
The weights of a journey
And then
Wash them
Away...

Boats at Blairgowrie...

Boats at Blairgowrie...
Hulls quivering with
The dance of watery light
My Little Tax Toy
Watches
Bemused
From the sands...

NOTE: My Little Tax Toy was the name of a yacht resting on the sands

A tower...

A tower of layered beauty...
Like a rich, succulent
Cake...
A soft
Kaleidoscope of
Colours
Like an avant garde
Work of art...
Do I really want to destroy
My creative
Personal opus of
Ironing...

Mourning dove...

Mourning dove...
Feathers laden with a spell of rain
Still cooing softly
Intent on
A personal quest...

Spring blossom in winter...

Spring blossom in Winter...
Like a jewel
Glittering white
Surprise
In the darkness...

While I love the rain...

While I love the rain
For its gift of nurturing the earth
I wouldn't mind
If it enjoyed
A weekend
Break...

Appointments...

Appointments here
Appointments there
And not a breath to think...
It must Friday...

Waiting...

Waiting can be a painful time
Waiting for answers is unsettling
But waiting for someone can
Challenge the spirit...

Another rain bedazzled windscreen...

Another rain bedazzled windscreen...
Another filtered view of warmth
Another reason to cultivate
Beauty within...

Sorrento in winter...

Sorrento in winter is a questioning place...
Without the busy bristle and colour of summer holidaymakers
It is easy to see the terracotta pavement
Winding past streams of
Stylish boutiques and cafes
Down to a sunless sea
And yet
There is a feeling that in this space of the chilled season
A friend is missing...

Afternoon shadows...

When rain seems endless...
When grey skies seem to cycle into more grey skies
The surprise chink of
Wintry
Pale
Late afternoon
Sunlit shadow is
Ironically converse to
The thrill of rain after
A long drought

Rain on the verandah...

Rain on the verandah
Spattering wildly...
Impelled to drown the canvas in a
Dark wash
But one intrepid plant
Overhanging
Playfully intercepted...
Shaping its own
Shadow patch...
A dry oasis

Point Leo dreaming...

Point Leo...
A small gathering of homes by the sea ...
The summer campers have gone ...
Sharp cliff
Pale sands
Moody sea
Tempt
Committed insanities of surfers and
Winter dreamers...

Rugged up...

Rugged up...
My blog's weather gadget reads
4 degrees centigrade
The ducted heater hums along nicely
While I indulge in
Creamy
Caramel
Fudge
Icecream

Three dolphins leaping...

Three dolphins leaping ...
Free above the Dromana shopping mall sign
(At Christmas time they wore red Santa hats)
Today
A new sign appeared
And the dolphins were locked in
A sea of
Red

He wore his jumper back to front...

He wore his jumper back to front...
Shoulder seams skewed across his chest
V-neck plunged to his shoulder blades
He saw me
Smiled boyishly
My craggy husband still looks cute...

Our cat padding slowly away...

Our cat padding slowly away...
Head sadly bowed
She heard the car keys
Rattle

Sea mist creeping...

Sea mist creeping...
Like phantom snowflakes shimmering
Mystical white out

Winter is...

Winter is the mistress of small spaces...
A room is an everywhere
But
The mind wanders sunny bushland trails
While
The spirit shadows summer thoughts

Draught...

Draught...
Stealing through the slight door opening
Like darkness
Thieving light

Leaves beneath my feet...

Leaves beneath my feet...
Autumn's epilogue
Icing with a cinnamon crunch

Ducted heating hum...

Ducted heating hum...
Busy warmth
The sound of comfort
Invisible

Passing self-indulgence...

I think I'm allergic to
Routine
Filling out forms
Monday morning alarms ...
So I transform into a doctor
And scribe a poetic script...
Daily...

Verandah light flings night shadows...

Verandah light flings night shadows on a white wall
Like a ladder leaning on the roof
Like the slats of a child's wooden cot
Rolled down

He sits in the armchair tonight...

He sits in the armchair tonight....
Bent forward
As if poised
To go away...

Trapped...

Trapped by hours of relentless rain ...
Cocooned by a valid excuse for
Avoiding grocery shopping

Long light...

Long light
Long shadows
As if the sun struggles to please...

Tiny fragile shell...

Tiny fragile shell on winter sands...
Strong enough to be a force in low sun
And cast a shadow